The Forrest City times., 1887-11-12

secret of your life, Its history, its bur- den, trust me.r
 Passionate tears fell from the listen- CTS eyes.
 "I would," she cried, "if I could. Oh, Heaven. if could.-
 Try" said tho duchess. kindly. Looking at you, l am quite sure that on your soul there Is no stain of sin or crime, but 1T some great misfortune. the outward shadow of wrong. lies over you, tell me, trust me; will your"
 mere was one minute of profound shence. Should she tell her, should sne trust her, this beautiful young eaushter looking at her with such owing eyess should she find comfort snd rest for ner weary heart in that uaughtsr's love at last2 No, not at thaIs price. Sine had suffered so long, che would suffer to the end, and the end would not be far off
 "I can not" she answered in A low. hoarse voice. "I can not; do not ask m me. It Is torture to me 70 be compelled to say mo-"
 "lt shall be as you wish, deaf,n was the gentle reply. ~ am quite sure that ' haps If you can not tell me the whole story of your life, you might tell me how you came by the locket, and explain several other things to us that at pres- ent we can not understand, Tell ne, Mrs. Grey, how did that locket come into your possessionI"
 II can not tell" she replied. Then she added in a low tone of voice, a ou know that pieadei guilty" Then you pleaded falsely" said the duchess. "The locket found in your box was there when you came, and was not the one stolen from me at sii.n Mrs. Grey looked at her with hag- gard eyes.
 "How do you know that?" she asked. "rhe lorket was stolen from you and found in my box. What moro is to be | said!" -
 "A great deal," replied the duchess. "The one great proof that you did not steal my ioeket Is, that it has been re- turned to me. All the stolen jewels have been found; there is not one miss ing, and amongst them is my locket set In diamonds, The paper in which 1t is folded has never opened, and my mothers writing is intact, you may think how we'll pleased I am to geb 1t; | we have both loekets now" Another cry from those pale lips, mere desperate, more despairing. "1ou have them both?" she said.
 "Yes, they are locked away together, so that you sec you could not possibly have taken mine."
 No answer.
 Mrs. Grey" "said the duchess, plead ingly. "l beg Of you to answer me; my husband and my father are vitally | interested, and am interested myself. | No matter how you became possessed | of tine locket-whsther you bought it, | found 1t, or whether it was given to you-tell us how 1t happened to be I yours"
 'I can not" said Mrs. Grey.
 But with unwearying patience the | duchess went on:
 "You kow that you may trust us; you know that l, myself, would never be- l tray one word. Why not trust me-"
 "Because can not" she cried wild | ly. l know you will hnte me, you must hate mo, you must think me basely | ungrateful, but am not-Heaven knows am not. can say nothing to you. My dear, my dear" she cried vehemently stretching out her arms, Eff you have any pity on me, any mercy | for me, go, leave me and torture me no longer" She knelt down as she uttered the words, and taking the hem Of the duchess's dress in her hands, she l kissed 1t with piteous tears.